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" All the girls are out with their baskets for the primrose; Up lanes, woods through, they troop in joyful bands. My sweet leads : she knows not why, but now she loiters, Eyes the bent anemones, and hangs her hands. "
The Living Age - Page 700
1909
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Macmillan's Magazine, Volume 38

1878
...twilight, the lark above the flowers. All the girls are out with their baskets for the primrose ; TTp lanes, woods through, they troop in joyful bands. My sweet leads : she knows not why, but now she loiterr , Eyes the bent anemones, and tangs her Lands. Such a look will tell that the violets are jeeping,...
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The Works of George Meredith: Poems

George Meredith - 1898
...where the rose-flush drinks the rayless planet, Fountain -full he pours the spraying fountainshowers. All the girls are out with their baskets for the primrose;...rose : and unaware a cry Springs in her bosom for odours and for colour, Covert and the nightingale ; she knows not why. Kerchiefed head and chin she...
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English Poetry..: With Introduction, Notes and Illustrations, Volume 3

1896
...Let me hear her laughter, I would have her ever Cool as dew in twilight, the lark above the flowers. All the girls are out with their baskets for the primrose;...rose : and unaware a cry Springs in her bosom for odours and for colour, Covert and the nightingale ; she knows not why. Kerchief d head and chin she...
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Selected Poems

George Meredith - 1897 - 249 pages
...hear her laughter, I would have her ever Cool as dew in twilight, the lark above the flowers. . * * All the girls are out with their baskets for the primrose;...leads: she knows not why, but now she loiters, Eyes bent anemones, and hangs her hands. Such a look will tell that the violets are peeping, Coming the...
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Selected Poems

George Meredith - 1897 - 249 pages
...hear her laughter, I would have her ever Cool as dew in twilight, the lark above the flowers. * * * All the girls are out with their baskets for the primrose;...lanes, woods through, they troop in joyful bands. 53 My sweet leads: she knows not why, but now she loiters, Eyes bent anemones, and hangs her hands....
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Selected Poems

George Meredith - 1897 - 245 pages
...in twilight, the lark above the flowers. All the girls are out with their baskets for the primrose; My sweet leads: she knows not why, but now she loiters, Eyes bent anemones, and hangs her hands. Such a look will tell that the violets are peeping, Coming the...
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The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250-1900

Arthur Quiller-Couch - 1901 - 1084 pages
...hear her laughter, I would have her ever Cool as dew in twilight, the lark above the flowers. . . All the girls are out with their baskets for the primrose;...rose : and unaware a cry Springs in her bosom for odours and for colour, Covert and the nightingale ; she knows not why. KerchiePd head and chin she...
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The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250-1900

Arthur Quiller-Couch - 1902 - 1084 pages
...me hear her laughter, I would have her ever Cool as dew in twilight, the lark above the flowers. \J! the girls are out with their baskets for the primrose;...rose : and unaware a cry Springs in her bosom for odours and for colour, Covert and the nightingale ; she knows not why. KerchiePd head and chin she...
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Modern Love, and Other Poems

George Meredith - 1904 - 142 pages
...Let me hear her laughter, I would have her ever Cool as dew in twilight, the lark above the Sowers. All the girls are out with their baskets for the primrose...rose : and unaware a cry Springs in her bosom for odours and for colour, Covert and the nightingale ; she knows not why. Kerchiefed head and chin she...
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The Poets and the Poetry of the Nineteenth Century, Volume 5

1905
...Let me hear her laughter, I would have her ever Cool as dew in twilight, the lark above the flowers. All the girls are out with their baskets for the primrose...rose : and unaware a cry Springs in her bosom for odours and for colour, Covert and nightingale ; she knows not why. * # * * Kerchiefed head and chin...
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